The blog tour for In Plain Sight will begin on June 17th and will end on June 26th. The blog tour schedule with links is provided below. We encourage you to stop by and celebrate Don’s first book with Meryton Press. Don has several excerpts, some great guest posts, and a vignette lined up for your enjoyment. Please be sure to have your share in the conversation at each blog stop and enter the blog tour giveaway via the Rafflecopter. There will be eight eBooks given away after the end of the blog tour. All winners will be notified by email.
“At the end of the day when we are each of us lyin’ flat on our backs, lookin’ at the ceiling, and the vicar is whisperin’ in our ear, the greatest comfort we shall ’ave is to know that we loved well and were well loved in return.”
When Fitzwilliam Darcy’s father slides into an early grave, his son is forced to take on Pemberley’s mantle. Brandy numbs his pain, but Darcy’s worst inclinations run wild. After tragedy rips everything away, he spends years finding his way back: a man redeemed by a woman’s loving understanding.
Elizabeth Bennet is afflicted with a common Regency ailment: observing the world about her but not seeing those beneath her notice. Then a clarifying act shatters the propriety that has denied her heart the transcendent love she craves.
In Plain Sight explores Jane Austen’s eternal love story by flipping social roles on their heads. From their first encounter, Elizabeth Bennet and the convict known as “Smith” must overcome their prejudices and break through their pride. Only then can they share the treasure hidden in plain sight.
Don Jacobson has created a moving tale that reimagines one of the most beloved romances ever! He carries the themes of pride, prejudice, and forgiveness through the text beautifully. An original tale laced with historical details. You’ll love it!
Elaine Owen, author of Duty Demands
In Plain Sight Blog Tour Schedule
June 17 Diary of an Eccentric
June 18 Interests of a Jane Austen Girl
June 19 Austenesque Reviews
June 20 Donadee’s Corner
June 22 From Pemberley to Milton
June 23 My Vices and Weaknesses
June 24 Savvy Verse & Wit
In Plain Sight is available on Amazon for pre-order now, and will be available for purchase tomorrow, June 12th.
Now Don has an excerpt to share with you. We hope you enjoy it!
Excerpt from Chapter 4
St. Albans Road near Meryton, August 15, 1811
The inside of the stolid-looking carriage had assumed furnace-like qualities with the windows pulled up against the clouds of dried manure and powdered clay kicked up by the eight hooves of the team straining into leather harnesses. The old wood frames rattled in their tracks and allowed in countless specks and grains while not promoting any airflow that would relieve the unbearable heat that sought to stifle the coach’s three occupants.
The ladies had divested themselves of bonnets, pelisses, and gloves to avoid a measure of the Hades within which they traveled. The elder was furiously fanning herself as beads of sweat speckled her brow. The two younger women leaned back against worn squabs. Each had simply ceased moving in the hope that immobility might be a better course of action rather than flapping about. Eyes closed, they held handkerchiefs over their noses and mouths, seeking to filter out the worst of motes that hazed the cabin’s interior.
“Oh my Lord,” Fanny Bennet wailed, “when your father agreed that we should carry my sister to St. Albans to join your uncle whilst he is trying cases at the Ecclesiastical Court, I had no idea that Beelzebub himself would adjust the temperature to his liking!”
Elizabeth cracked her lids and glanced sideways at Mary, who sat stock-still, damp ringlets of light-brown hair plastered to her forehead. Mary’s face was flushed. As Lizzy watched, a rivulet freed itself from the near-invisible down of her younger sister’s cheek and raced down her neck to hide beneath her gown’s scandalously—for Mary—unbuttoned collar. She also caught movement beneath Mary’s right eyelid that told her that Mary had heard her mother and was rolling her eyes.
As far as Lizzy was concerned, taking a trip to St. Albans or not was of no consequence. Throughout several earlier expeditions to the cathedral town, Lizzy never had discovered how its shops were more fashionable or offered a selection more to her taste than Meryton’s draper, milliner, and haberdasher. Yet, for Mama, any mercantile business further than five miles from Longbourn hid worldly treasures just waiting for Fanny Bennet to sweep away the dunes that had drifted over them.
However, once her mother began leveraging her aunt’s need as a pretext for another assault on St. Albans’ shops…
“Why, Mr. Bennet, should my sister be forced to ride post from Meryton to St. Albans when we possess a perfectly serviceable, while somewhat outdated, coach is beyond my comprehension…”
“As are many items in this world, my dear,” growled Mr. Bennet…
Lizzy concluded that she would be dragooned as an unwilling accomplice. Mama’s companion would be thoroughly ignored on the outbound journey, juicy gossip between Gardiner girls replacing sensible conversation. The return trip would have been another matter once Mrs. Philips had been deposited with her husband. Mrs. Bennet would require an audience. Her effusions about the fashions worn by the great and the good would have to be met with suitable affirmation. No conversation would be required, just an open ear. This, though, was a labor worthy of Hercules if undertaken alone.
Lydia was off in Brighton with the Forsters. Kitty’s frequent coughing, enhanced by her sulk at being denied sea bathing, disqualified her from Mama’s company. The most logical acolyte would have been Jane: compliant, graceful, never-say-no Jane. Lizzy gladly would have endured Mama’s company if accompanied by her elder sister. Their unspoken communication would have been amusing.
However, Jane was touring the Lake District with the Gardiners.
Lizzy could see the writing on the wall. Thinking on her feet, she dripped a few words in her mother’s ear that Mary might be placed in front of some of the younger solicitors at Uncle Philips’s St. Albans chambers. Fanny’s sudden reassessment of her middle daughter’s marriage prospects earned impertinent Elizabeth a harsh glare from her younger sister, who was not pleased to be dragooned into buffer service.
The Bennet coach rattled its way toward the first bend of the Mimram near Meryton’s outer reaches. Mrs. Bennet’s babble faded away as the lady tired. Elizabeth focused on the verdant barley fields interspersed with leafy patches of turnips and swedes. She felt the carriage slow as Tom Coachman pulled back on the reins.
We must be coming up on the bridge over the Lea Canal cut.
She leaned closer to the glass to catch sight of the marvel that was the dark scar slashing across the two-mile-wide neck of land that jutted between the channels of the meandering stream. Work had been finished on this segment that began in the millpond behind Watson’s Textiles.
The carriage tipped upward as it rolled over the high-arch bridge across the twenty-odd feet that were to become the canal. As the coach crested the span, Lizzy looked down the watercourse’s stone-lined dry bed.
While this portion of the canal had been completed, there was yet another mile of digging to be done before the locks could be constructed by the pool above Johnson’s Granary on the far side of Longbourn’s holdings. Loggers had already cleared a path through Longbourn Woods. The windfall from the felled timber had fueled Mama’s shopping sprees throughout the summer months.
Lizzy smiled as the coach rumbled along. The extra cash in the form of expanded allowances also had been welcomed by those Bennet women condemned to remain in Meryton.
Mary had prevailed upon the bookseller to send for a copy of Maestro Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier. Kitty had assuaged some of her anger at being denied Brighton with a portable easel and a set of oils
Lizzy, after purchasing a pair of half boots from Mr. Angelo, Meryton’s cobbler, had added to her library of English poets with new editions of Blake, Wordsworth, and—shockingly—Byron. Mama, on one of her infrequent forays into Elizabeth’s bedchamber, had commented that young Miss Lizzy was going to have to choose between removing some books from the window ledge or living in a space fit only for cultivating mushrooms. When she related this bon mot to her father, the two of them shared a chuckle at Mrs. Bennet’s unusual verbal cleverness. A week later, a new bookcase fashioned by Longbourn’s carpenter appeared in her room.
The cabin’s interior gradually assumed a red-orange hue as the sun dropped closer to the ridges west of town. Longbourn was just ahead. The carriage veered slightly toward the other side of the road as Tom came upon a line of laborers trudging back to their barracks.
Elizabeth was fatigued by the daylong trip and the afternoon heat, and her eyes began to drift shut as the coach passed by the weary men shuffling along the shoulder. She did not see their bowed backs nor the overseers on horseback who were armed with truncheons and whips.
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